#grandma and grandpa murphy

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alright so

we really fucking hate doing this, especially since we were already begging for money with another gofundme just a few months ago, but things cannot stop getting worse in our household. our mom is borderline having a psychotic episode everyday, and she thinks she has parasites that only she can see. she is trying to extort us into forcing us to stay in a house she knows damn well why we hate it here. she also threw a dog over a hotel railing during a PSTD episode she had while she ran away from the house because she said we didn't love her anymore. our grandma is an abusive maniac who screams at us until we're in tears, and holds keeping our pet rabbit over our head. she has caused us so much pain, and even has invited our dad who sent us to a mental hospital to our graduation. our grandpa is a qanon psychopath(so is our grandma) who keeps trying to convert us back into christianity.

this place has broken our mind over 400 times, and we want out so so so so so so bad

so, we are doing this one final time. we are going to try and get the money for a car to get the fuck out of here and go to the college we got accepted to. we're making a new gofundme so we can properly keep track of the money from this

our c/shapp is $theteufortdozen , our vnmo is @/theteufortdozen, and here is a link to our k-fi and gofundme

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jackie and wilson — billy bonney

⤷ modern!billy au

tw— somehow this is 4.6k words. mentions of food and eating, talk of religion and bible verses, (i'm southern and was forced to go to church every sunday it reflects in the writing) smutty themes so, minors dni, 18+ only, kissing, fondling, skinny dipping, (they're in their undies) so horrifically fluffy

i can already tell this is going to become an ongoing series, so be sure to comment and lmk if you want more. also, this is influenced by my daily mantra

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the summer heat feels like it's baking you as you traverse through the long grass of your farmland. birds call and screech in the trees lining the woods beside you. if you weren't so scared of walking the shortcut in the woods alone, your risk of sun poisoning may seem less apparent.

you grip the wicker basket in your hands tighter, eyes squinting to look for the lean farmhand-for-hire. in years past, you've been keen to take his place whenever your grandparents needed someone for an oddball job. working long hours with the older couple up until you graduated from the county high school. as the seasons changed, and you got older and busier, so did your grandparents. their work on their farm proved in dire need of help.

a simple fix—you. this summer, free from university and your internship, your parents elected you to spend the free time of your summer working on your loving grandparents' farm.

in the early days of the warm season, you managed pretty well on your own. you tended the vegetables and the fruits, took care of the chickens and sheep, and sowed the large fields with grain until sunset.

everything changed after an unfortunate incident with your grandpa's gargantuan baler. luckily, you were fine, but your pa's expensive baler was wrecked all to hell.

so here you were, now relegated to some pseudo farmer's daughter role, hand-delivering water and a full lunch to none other than billy bonney.

your grandparents say billy's nice enough, mannerly yet hushed. but you know there's more to it. at least if small town gossip is anything to believe, and here, it usually is.

everyone knows the crowd billy runs around with. he's also got a vile gang of friends. angry men with sly smirks who spend most of their free time loitering the town's local bar or gambling away their lives at lawrence murphy's corral. the type of men to carry a weapon at all times without any license, and quick to threaten to shoot with even the most minor infraction.

the knowledge was enough to have you hiding away from him every time your grandparents hired him for a job.

everytime that is, until now.

you knew with the way your pa sternly stared into your eyes that a complaint wouldn't be warranted. as your grandma instructed you to bring the farmhand some, "hearty lunch for his hard work," you came to terms with the fact that you had no right to argue.

not when you owe the old man a baler.

you finally reach the young man, covered in grime and leaning against his parked pickup, out of breath and sweltering. you try not to stare at the baler attached to the tractor, about twenty feet from his parked vehicle, your embarrassment over wrecking the last one still ever present.

his truck has its' doors wide open, blaring music through blown speakers. you try to avoid making direct eye contact with him, voice raised slightly to be heard over the folk song playing, "here. figure you're hungry."

lifting the tea towel from the top of the basket, you set it on his open truck bed. despite not looking up, you can see him hurry to turn his music down before sauntering over to you from the side of your gaze.

"thank you," his voice surprises you. it's gruff but gentle. "you kin to the old couple?"

you're not sure why, but you take offense to his question. sure you've ignored him, but you know that he knows who you are. you meet his stare, your tone dry in response, "i am."

he inclines his head toward the basket, ignoring your reply with a hum, "what'd ya' bring me, hon?"

your eyes roll unabashed at his endearment, "my grandma threw a bit of everything in there. i know there's some jambalaya— the last bit of our mud cake too."

"you're spoiling me, you tell her i said thank you," he pauses, peering down at you, "are you going to be bringin' me my lunch everyday?"

his question is innocuous but something in the way he says it makes your stomach drop. you shrug, "sure, i guess."

"i'd like that." he slips the words out before his hands dive into the basket, fishing out one of the water bottles.

you nod, confused by him, "yeah well, be careful. i guess i'll see you tomorrow."

at that you turn from him, walking your trail again to get back to the house. you fight the urge to look over your shoulder and catch a glimpse of him. some proof he's really there, that the interaction actually happened.

because despite the second-hand opinion you've held on him, billy bonney was unexpected. annoyingly so.

as you finish up your day, you can't help but think about the encounter with the dark-haired farmhand. you've known of him for years, sure, but you never expected much of him.

just another one of jesse evans’ rowdy boys.

shocking, that billy would be so different. or maybe, just better at hiding his depravity. you think back to his voice, rough around the edges, yet littered with tenderness. it’s not until you think back to his gentle smile that you realize, there’s a kindness that exudes from him, and it’s got you hook, line, and sinker.

you wonder if he's always been this way? you like to think he has. even if it is only a platitude for your undeniable crush.

in the following days, you continue to bring the farmhand his lunch, stopping to talk to him longer each noon. he's easy to talk to, apt to ask you about your day, or if you need anything. you can't exactly explain why, but you're drawn to him.

it's extra muggy as you pack up his lunch and make your way to him, breaking from his time on the baler to lay in the bed of his truck.

he doesn't take notice of you until your basket finds home right beside him, blasted speakers blaring yet another folk tune.

"hey there," he greets you with a grin, his white work shirt wrought with soil, the short sleeves haphazardly rolled, "you know i'm starting t'get used to this."

you smile back, feeling a warm sensation spreading through your body, "i'm sure you are."

billy takes a look in the lunch basket, grabbing out some water first to clear the dirt on his hands, "you wanna hang around for a bit?"

you hesitate for a moment, not sure if you should. not only do you have a long list of chores, you also still find a bit of nervousness around the young man.

but billy's been nice enough, and if he's anything like his friends you assume he would have shown it by now, "i guess i have some time."

billy nods, handing you a water and patting the free space beside him. you hop up, close enough that his side brushes yours.

the sensation sends shivers down your spine as you try to focus on conversation, pulling for anything you can say. for a moment, neither of you speaks, the only sound is coming from the music blasting from his speakers. an old rock song today, different. your eyes try to look anywhere but at him, taking in the vast expanse of farmland around you.

"must be nice to have all this land to yourself," billy says, breaking the silence.

you nod, grateful for his compliment, "it is. my grandparents have worked hard to keep it running."

"i can tell," billy says, taking a swig from his water bottle, "they got a good thing goin' here."

you agree, taking a sip from your own bottle. the sun beats down on your skin, making you feel sweaty and sticky. billy, on the other hand, seems used to it. he looks up at the sky, squinting against the sunlight.

"you know, i was thinking," billy says, steady voice breaking the silence again, "what would you say if i took you out sometime?"

your heart skips a beat, your mind going into overdrive. you never expected billy to ask you out, even more so that you’d be so willing to entertain the idea.

you hesitate for a moment before answering, "i don't know. i mean, i barely know you."

this is a half truth, you know him. only this version though, the sweet billy bonney who works on your family farm and takes his lunch breaks with you. you don't have any idea who he is outside of these moments.

at least not first hand. just second hand gossip. you wouldn’t even know which stories are real or fake. you’re not sure if he’s a convincing actor or genuine soul. there are rumors he shot a man back in his hometown. that he launders money with jesse evans’ gang. that he’s a cheat from a rodeo front, taking ignorant peoples’ bet money.

billy hums, breaking your anxious thoughts, "what'd you wanna know, hon? i'm an open book."

you chew on your lip, thinking about it. it could be a smart move, you're curious about him and need to know more. you need to know what about him is fact or fiction. but at the same time, you're afraid of what the truth may be, "i don't know," you say finally. "i mean, work, for example. is this all you do?"

billy cracks a smile, "no, hon’. this s’more of a side job.” he sighs, “i was a pickup for jesse evans' rodeo for a while, but that new fella' that just came to town—mr. tunstill, he's got me a better gig."

you furrow your brows, already on edge by the mention of his previous employer, "and what exactly is that?"

he chuckles a bit, "he's got me as a producer, but i do show on the weekends."

"so what? you're a full-fledged rodeo man? with bulls and all?" you'd always know of jesse's grimy ‘rodeo’, really just used as a gambling den and club, but you're intrigued by the idea of billy actually doing it. especially working with tunstill, a sincerely kind wealthy man from overseas. it must be a stark contrast to jesse’s.

"i guess. it's a good time and you can make honest money dependin' on the event," he pauses, "it's not like jesse's, if that's what you're wondering."

you look away from him, "my pa never let me go. when i turned twenty-one i tried to go with a bunch of my girlfriends. he about had a stroke keeping me out the door."

"he's smart, you shouldn't go. those guys are bad news." he's talking quieter now, less sugary and more solemn.

you fight your previous embarrassment, opting to stare straight into his pale blues, "you hang around those guys."

your sentiment is clear and billy goes hush for a long few seconds before speaking, eyes closed, "do not carouse with drunkards or feast with gluttons, for they are on their way to poverty, and too much sleep clothes them in rags."

you know those words, heard primarily while crammed in a pew, "you're a religious man?" you don't mean to, but your question comes out a bit unconvinced.

he opens his eyes back up, a spark of something you can't place within them, "no, not really. jus' something mr. tunstill keeps repeating to me. i didn't really pay it any mind till i met you."

you try to ignore the way his hand inches closer to your own, "why's that?"

"not sure. just seems easier to abide by now. i'd hate to end up like them. i know you don't like 'em." his voice is soft, but the hand that takes hold of yours isn't.

you look down at your feebly interlocked hands, hesitating, and then taking his hand with the same conviction, "no, i don't," a breath, "but i like you."

billy's face lights up at your words, and he leans in closer to you. you can feel his breath on your face, and your heart races with excitement and anticipation. you’ve never felt to entrapped in a man before, so ready to dive in head first.

without thinking, you reach out to touch his sun kissed cheek, and he leans into your hand. your fingers trace a path down his cheek, and then down to his lips. you have an overwhelming urge to kiss him, and you're surprised when he pulls back.

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have done that." you say, feeling embarrassed.

"no, it's not that. it's just… i want to take you out on a real date. something proper." his cheeks have grown far more pink, only this time it's not the sun's doing.

you consider his words for a moment, before nodding, "that sounds real nice, billy."

he grins, and you feel a flutter in your chest. how he managed to make you feel this way so soon, you're not sure.

"you free this friday?" he asks, amusement in his tone.

you release his hand, grabbing for your phone, "should be, my boss loves me," a stupid joke, but you hand the touchscreen to him, "put your number in, so we can plan a time."

you climb down from the bed of the truck, peering up at the farmhand as he adds his number to your phone. when he's done he hands you back the phone, the sun casting an auburn glow to his hair.

you look up at him, and he smiles down at you, "don't be a stranger." he jokes.

you give him a laugh, "wouldn’t dream of it," you add, "i'll see you friday— i'm going into town with my grandma tomorrow. i'm sure it'll last all day."

billy hums, "till' friday, honey."

you turn and head back to the house, smiling to yourself, feeling happy and alive in a way that you haven't felt in a long time.

the next day, thursday, you wake up early to accompany your grandma into town. the older woman drags you up and down shopping centre's, moaning on and on about how cheaply things are made now.

you make it through the first ten stores without your smile cracking, you think it must be a finely tuned talent.

it's not until well after lunch the woman decides to slow down, stopping at a local diner to eat. she does most of the talking, gossiping about everyone she's run into today.

you love your grandma and you enjoy your time with her, but you're too focused on tomorrow to really be good company.

if she notices your change in behavior though, she doesn't comment. highly unlike her.

by the time the sky is more dark than light, you two head home. she plays old country music the whole ride, teeny-bopper songs that remind you how young she used to be.

and when you finally lay your head down to rest, you don't try to fight off the supercut in your mind of your sweet farmhand.

the next day, fateful friday, arrives with a mix of nerves and excitement. you find yourself checking the clock more often than usual, the anticipation building as the day progresses. your mind drifts to the possible plans for the evening, wondering where billy might take you on this 'proper date.'

a bit after the sun hits noon, you finish up your chores on the farm, your thoughts consumed by your impending evening. you decide to freshen up and put on something nice, an easy way to get your mind together.

your closet here is less thorough than the one at home, but the innocent tops and bottoms of your late teens still fit. you look less severe than you'd normally for a date. forgone are the dark, tight, and sultry clothes of your college town, leaving you looking ever so sweet.

the early afternoon arrives, and you hear the distant rumble of his pickup as it approaches. you feel alight with a muddled mess of nerves as you make your way out of the house to meet him.

you look over your shoulder when you crack the door open. making sure you haven't awoken your sleeping grandparents, who rarely miss their three o'clock naps.

the summer sun is high in the sky, casting a bright glow over the landscape. billy's leaned up against his truck, staring expectantly at your front porch— staring at you, you realize.

as you walk to him, you can't help but notice the effort he put into dressing up. his filthy work shirt is replaced with a clean, green linen button-down, and there's a hint of ambery cologne in the air. he offers you a genuine smile, eyes lighting up as he takes in your appearance.

"hey there, beautiful." he greets you, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder blade, comforting.

"hi," you reply, returning his saccharine smile. "you clean up nice."

he chuckles, a bit bashful, "well, i figured it's a special occasion."

you let him lead you to the passenger side, where he opens the rusty pickup's door for you, you fight back your grin when he follows in after.

as you drive into town, the atmosphere is a blend of excitement and a tinge of nervousness. billy takes you to a quaint little restaurant a bit outside of town. it's casual but with dim lights and a cozy ambiance. certainly it's the most romantic restaurant around without heading an hour out into the city. the two of you share stories and laughs, finding little to no lull in conversation.

"you want any dessert?" you ask, fiddling a loose thread at the hem of your blouse.

billy shrugs, "i've never said no to some banana puddin'. what'd you say?"

you giggle, nodding in agreement. you feel high off of his company. you're giddy and doing a horrible job at hiding it, but he doesn't seem to mind. instead, he relegates to matching your optimism, only validating every enamored thought of him that rings in your mind.

the warm evening air swirls around you as the two of you exit the restaurant. billy offers his hand, and you gladly intertwine your fingers as you stroll down the sidewalk. the town square is alive with the soft glow of streetlights.

as you walk, the conversation continues, easy and simple. billy talks animatedly about his past few weekends at the rodeo and shares some amusing anecdotes about the other rider’s on the circuit. you, in turn, finally divulge your baler incident, much to his chagrin.

the final hours of afternoon are slowly rolling in, and soon you find yourselves back at his pickup truck. you assume he'll drive you home, but to your surprise, he takes a different route, heading towards the backroads right beside your land. you raise an eyebrow, curious about this unexpected detour.

"where are we going?" you inquire, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

billy smirks but doesn't say anything, keeping the destination a secret. the road is winding and narrow— made of dirt and full of large potholes. you know your little front-wheel drive could never make it. eventually, he slows the car off the path, onto the side of the road.

there's an apparent trail just to the right of you, and when billy opens the door for you, he immediately ushers you toward it, "don't worry, we won't go too far in."

you'd be lying if you said the setting sun wasn't adding a level of unease to the idea of entering the woods, but when you look at billy, eyes bright and smile true, you throw aside your worries.

the young man is true to his word. the trek into the woods only lasts a few minutes before you see it. an azure expanse of water— a secluded lake surrounded by towering oak trees and a backdrop of rolling hills.

you turn back to look at him, shocked, "how did you find this?"

"jus’ by chance a few years ago. i figured you'd been out here before, living so close," he remarks, "but i like that i got to show it to you." billy admits, a devoted glint in his eyes.

as you stand there, gazing at the serene lake, you feel a sense of wonder and gratitude for this unexpected and beautiful surprise. you can't remember the last time the familiar landscape of home felt so awing. billy seems to be taking in your reaction, a quiet satisfaction evident on his face.

"it's breathtaking." you finally say, your voice hushed in appreciation.

billy grins, seemingly pleased with your reaction, "so are you."

you turn back to the water to hide your flustered expression.

you watch him find a comfortable spot by the water's edge, sitting on a large flat rock. you follow suit, letting your head nestle into his chest. the sounds of nature surround you—the rustling leaves, the gentle lapping of the water, and the distant calls of birds. it's a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the town and the farm.

you look up at him as inconspicuously as possible, eager to commit his image to memory. his umber hair curls at the nape of his neck, slender nose burnt from the sun, his freckles apparent, and his ever-inspired blue eyes reflecting the water ahead.

you look away as your heartbeat quickens, afraid that if you peer up any longer he'll be able to hear the rhythm.

"can you swim?" you ask, toes dipping into the waters below.

billy's gaze softens, the radiant hues of his eyes flickering with warmth as he looks down at you. his calloused hand idly tracing circles on your back, comforting, "yeah, i can swim. why? you wanna go for a dip?" he replies, a playful glint dancing across his face.

enthusiastically, you nod, "i'd love to. it's been ages since i've been swimming in a place like this."

with a charismatic grin, billy stands up, extending a hand to help you rise. he doesn't hesitate to unbutton his shirt and free himself from his pants— clothed only in his black boxers.

you try to be as carefree as him, but you're slower to shed your attire. by the time you do, he's already shoulder deep in the water.

you make your way to the water's edge, stepping in. the cool embrace of the lake greets your skin as you wade in. the sun now casts a dim golden glow on the rippling surface.

as you move deeper into the water, you feel a sense of liberty wash over you. you let out a contented sigh, feeling weightless and unburdened. billy is a few feet away from you, beckoning you to come closer with a smile on his face. you oblige, splashing water playfully in your wake.

as you approach him, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close. you can feel the heat emanating from his body, warming you up in the cool water. your bare skin presses against his, and you can feel a hint of longing course through your veins.

"you're s'beautiful," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "prettiest girl i've ever seen."

you chuckle slightly, looking beside him to the water, "you're just blowing smoke up my ass."

his hand finds your cheek, gently beckoning you to face him fully, "why would i ever do that?" he hums, "i only say things i mean, honey."

you blink at him, too far gone to stop your gaping, "you're a charmer, billy bonney. do you hear that a lot?"

he laughs, both hands now coming to rest at your hips, forcing you to wrap your legs around his, "i only need to hear it from you."

he says it so carelessly, without a thought. he's telling the truth, you surmise.

"why? you like me or something?" the words come out genuine, despite your teasing intent.

billy's eyes trail down to your lips, "i like you a whole lot, honey," you feel his grip grow steadier, holding you closer to him. he looks back up at you, gaze tempting, "i like you s'much i worked an extra four days on your farm jus’ to see you."

the revelation hangs in the air, and you find yourself caught in a suspended moment, the water lapping gently around you. billy's admission resonates, sinking deep into the newfound connection you've shared over these past days. his stare, earnest and reserved, locks with yours, and you can't help but feel a swirl of emotions.

a smile plays on your lips, a mixture of surprise and awe, "that's dedication." you reply, a playful sparkle in your eyes.

billy grins, his hands still securely holding you. "only for you, honey. i'm nothin' if not devoted."

you gleam at his words, intrinsically leaning closer to him. you're so close to letting your lips brush his before you stop, eager to see the weight of his affection once more, "you can kiss me now, if that's what you're waiting for."

with that, he presses his lips to yours, kissing you with a hunger that leaves you breathless. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, savoring the taste of him on your tongue.

billy breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses and nips along the way. you tilt your head back, giving him better access to your skin, letting out a soft sigh as he finds the sensitive spot on your neck.

"you're gonna be the death o'me." he whispers against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

your fingers tangle in his hair as he continues his assault on your neck, alternating between gentle kisses and nibbles. you can feel the heat building between your bodies, the water around you providing a cooling effect to your heated embrace.

billy's hands slip down to cup your ass, pulling you closer to him so that there's barely any space between you. he grinds his hips against yours, earning a moan from deep in your throat. you can feel his hardness pressing against you through the thin fabric of his boxers.

your eyes flutter open and you lock gazes with him, the intensity of his gaze mesmerizing. you tilt your head back down, allowing him to steal another kiss. his tongue teases yours. his hands roam up and down your body, exploring every inch of you he can with a passionate fervor.

you can feel yourself being taken into the depths of him until you can barely think or breathe. it's only when he finally pulls away, that you realize the afternoon has fully evolved into the beginnings of nighttime. the sky above you is almost entirely dark, littered with stars.

somehow, you still don’t think the kiss was long enough.

billy smiles at you, brushing his hair away from his eyes. you can't help but smile back, feeling content and happy.

"i think i like you too much." he murmurs, his warm breath caressing your skin. you laugh softly, feeling the same way.

a hum of agreement, "me too." you whisper back, pulling him into a tight hug. you stay like that for a while, enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other's embrace.

as the night deepens, you and billy finally decide to make your way back to the truck. billy helps you out of the water, his touch lingering as you both reluctantly part from the tranquil lake. the air is filled with the sounds of nocturnal creatures, their symphony accompanying your footsteps as you follow the narrow trail back to the pickup truck.

the woods, now cloaked in darkness, take longer to exit. the moonlight filters through the dense canopy of leaves, casting shadows on the forest floor.

once back at the truck, you find yourself wrapped in a cozy blanket billy had thoughtfully brought along. the drive home is filled with a comfortable silence, the events of the evening settling into a cherished memory. the road is dimly lit by the truck's headlights, and the night sky is a canvas of stars above.

as you approach the farmhouse, the thrill of the night lingers between you and billy. he parks the truck, and the engine falls silent. the two of you sit in the quiet for a moment, savoring the experience.

"thank you for tonight, you were real sweet." you say, breaking the silence.

billy turns to you, a peaceful smile playing on his lips. "i should be thanking you, for goin’ out with me. so thank you, darling. i think you're real sweet too."

"i'm real glad we met." you add.

he reaches over, his hand finding yours, fingers intertwining in a comfortable gesture. "me too," he replies, his gaze holding yours.

with a reluctant smile, you open the truck door, preparing to step out. billy, however, stops you with a gentle tug on your hand.

"before you go," he starts, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, "i was wonderin' if you'd like to do this again sometime. maybe i could take you down to the rodeo?"

the question catches you off guard, but the sincerity in his expression is undeniable. you feel a warmth spread through your chest, and you nod, "i'd like that, billy."

he grins, the moonlight casting a soft glow on his features. "good. it's a date then." you agree, leaning up and placing a peck on his pink lips before stepping out of the truck.

it's not until you're safely inside that he drives away into the night, the sound of the engine fading into the distance.

even as you slip into bed, the memories of the night play in your mind like a vivid dream. you drift into sleep with thoughts of the lake, the evening kisses, and the now waivered apprehension of the farmhand.

you've found yourself ensnared with billy bonney.

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Scarecrow is here!

Jo's Scars (Without Spoiler)

The scarring on Jo's wrists are from self harm, inflicted during his teens years.

Any diamond-shaped scars are from the crows his grandma sent after him when they pecked and tore at his skin. The one closest to his eye luckily doesn't impair his vision at all, but that was certainly a scary one to get. He can also hear very well despite missing bits of his ears, they're also pretty superficial, damage-wise.

The big ones on his back, as well as the thin ones on the back of his calves are more from his grandma, although these are from being whipped are punishment.

Most of the thin scars across Jo's face and on his fingers are from being careless while shaving.

Jo's (basically) One Inspiration

Batman Begins Cillian Murphy is one of the Scarecrows I know the best. I know, I know, the prettiest boy? Yes, but I made him not pretty and a lot taller because otherwise, he was a great Scarecrow. Shame that's the only time Scarecrow's been in a movie

Fluffy's grandpa is also an inspiration for Jo, but I don't know him as well as she does

Scarecrow's Main Inspirations

Both designs of Batman the Animated Series and The New Batman Adventures are a significant foundation of this design. I never got to watch these but I wish I did. Despite this, these are the designs I've been exposed to the most and I love all three. Since these designs are made for animation, they appealed to me the most. I also feel the more simple a design is, the scarier it can be. Your brain will do so much of the work when things are vague.

I love analog horror, I much prefer it to classic horror and gore. I think psychological horror is much more impactful than anything heavy gore can do. So of course The Mandela Catalog is an inspiration (not to mention the religious themes).

The Walten Files goes along with the idea that simplicity is more effective at scaring you. There is so much power in the uncanny valley and there's no one who'd know that better than Jonathan Crane. I think it's very fitting.

Fleischer cartoons are typically seen as spooky or even unnerving to some. I grew up with these cartoons and they've influenced my art in general, so it pours into almost everything I do. With Scarecrow I can push that more to add to his kooky charm.

It's a tradition for my family to watch The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. So it's dear to my heart. Knowing it's closely tied to Scarecrow's story is one of the reasons he's my favorite. I like the idea of him being like both Ichabod Crane and the headless horse because he typically becomes what he hates most.

My absolute favorite movie is The Nightmare Before Christmas. So how could I not take inspiration from the Pumpkin King himself? Both are masters of fright after all. Jack's lanky stature, spider-like movements, creepy cackle, and admirable ambition is a perfect reference for Scarecrow.

Backstory post

-Sarsee and Fluffy

[crzyimp]

Murphy's Wish

Author's note: For the Red Lobster Inn Discord event. Ngl, I been going back and forth with this wip since the start of the event before forcing myself to sit down and finish it.

Warnings: None

Word count under 1k (no beta, we die like Carlos)

Enjoy!

Purpose, it had a purpose; its purpose is, or at least was, a hero. A hero to the public and intimating to keep the status quo, but it was too much; too frightening, and too strong that made the council force Venigni and the Police force to lock the wretched thing away. So now, the hulking puppet collects dust, tucked away, and out of sight from anyone’s eyes. 

Alone.

Alone inside a storage room tucked away from the public eye; dusty and ragged sheets over wooden crates, moths flitter about with the moonlight through the open window as the only companion for the deemed broken ‘Hero’. The room was chilly by the autumn air.

“Um…hello?” It whirled as gears wake itself before the metallic eyes scan to find the source of the small squeaky voice belong a young girl. Shaggy dirty hair and tattered clothes that are three sizes too big for it-this child. “... tbe-the big kids told me that if I asked you for a wish, you grant it…right?” If only it could blink.

Wish? Its purpose is to guard and maintain the law of Krat, not granting wishes for children. But. That is no longer its purpose now, not when the adults took that away and maybe, just maybe, it might grant this little one their wish.

“...my family..” the squeaky voice draw it’s out of its thought and back to her, mentally scolding itself for its lack of attention, “...every year around the fall we all got together, grandma and grandpa too, oh! Her voice was loud with a smile as she continues on: “And my aunties and uncles an-and my cousins too. We all brought yummy food and they let me stay up late. And and!” Tiny hands grab and bunch up the hem of the dress, knuckles bone white with their chin touching their chest. “And we all made a wish on the moon before…before…” Her voice was quiet, as if speaking it out loud will do her harm. It knows what ‘before’ means, and sadly, it can’t grant that wish to the young girl. Merely watches on as her small body couldn’t contain powerful emotions inside her with little salty droplets.

It will stay idle until this orphan finishes and leaves so it can go back to being alone, to collect dust like the council deem this supposed Hero of Krat to be. Alone.

Wait.

No.

Heroes aren’t supposed to let children cry or be sad, let alone by themselves in a dusty room like this. Heros, like it wishes to be, meant to bring cheers and happiness. How can it be so foolish? Though how can it help? A whisper of an idea crept into its mind, and a plan was in motion.

It was dumb. This is a dumb idea. Thinking about coming here after the big kids talking about a wish granting puppet in the storage at the city hall. She should’ve known this was a prank, a mean one. But can you blame a young girl to wish for her family back and be back to when everything was familiar, when everyone knows your name and loved you? Being here, talking to a soulless husk, like the tin-can can think or feel, all of it just shows her how dumb everything is. Stupid puppet, stupid her, especially herself for crying like it’s going to bring her parents back. Her whimpers and sniffles turn into a snotty sob as she squeezes her eyes shut. She has to stop being a baby! Her body shivers as something cold wraps around her back and the back of her knees. Must be the fall’s chill winds from the door she left open. However, the cold was solid and suddenly her feet were off the ground and motion. 

 Blurry and watery eyes, it was hard to tell who picked her up and carrying her out the door, but whoever this person was definitely cold to the touch or was it she was out too long in the cold? However, she didn’t feel frighten or scared as the police-man carry her out of the room and into the night. Instead of inspecting his face, she curls into her hands and weeps, uncaring that this man will definitely plop her back at Monad’s orphanage and go about his day. At least he wasn’t scolding or berating her, just quiet, almost comforting compare to the everyday noises of Krat.

Finally he stopped and gently, more gently than she’s used too by strangers, down with one hand still on her as if to keep her steady. Her tears finally dried out and she can see more clearly. This wasn’t Monad’s orphanage, but a view overlooking the city; the lights like fireflies in the distances and the moon hanging above her. It’s breathtaking, but, “Mr. Police…. man…” her mouth agape that the man who carried her here all the way here, wasn’t an officer, but the puppet in the storage room. Perhaps it can’t, but he certainly brought her to something that can. The shock washes away, and she smiles before facing the moon.

The golden glow with no clouds in the sky, the comforting light as she stares at it, memories of every year were her family and herself wishing on it; like those in Krat who wish on stars, but unlike the stars, the moon will never fall and will always be in the night sky every night. She softly smiles before looking back at the puppet, her warm hand over his icy hands. “Thank you for bringing me here. I’m gonna make my wish.” Her eyes cast down to her feet before back at him. “Yu-you should make one too! It’s only right.” She felt his hand gently squeeze around hers and a slow nod to her.

The young girl turn back towards the moon with a hopeful smile and shout at the top of her lungs, “I wish!”

He wishes….

[acircusfullofdemons]

˳·˖✶ ⌣ Vincent ⌣ 🪡

⟢ ₊ ⋆ ✧ — ❝ Eternal Labyrinth ❞ *｡ ★彡

☁️ ꒰ para self ꒱ ⌣⌣ ✧ 17-22 ✧ ✨

☆彡 ⌣ aromantic 🪡 ｡⋆⁺ bisexual ⛧ ˚｡⋆ ⌣⌣⌣╰┈➤ nonbinary ꒰ he / they ꒱ 💭 ✶

╭ GENERAL ｡

┆ — ❝ Eternal Labyrinth ❞

┆

┆✨ — Name: Vincent Hyde

┆✨ — Alt. Names: Nox, Entropy, (Agent) Cheshire

┆✨ — Nicknames: Vinny/Vince/Vin, Magpie

┆ – – – – – – – – – – – ⟢

╭ AGE ｡

┆

┆✨ — Age: 17-22

┆✨ — Bday: October 31, 1999

┆

╰ – – – – – – – 💭

╭ IDENTITY ｡

┆

┆☁️ — Prns: he/they

┆☁️ — Gen: nonbinary

┆☁️ — Sex: male

┆ – – – – – – – – – – – ⟢

╭ ATTRACTION ｡

┆

┆☁️ — Sexual: bisecual

┆☁️ — Romantic: aromantic

┆

┆☁️ — Mono

┆☁️ — Closed

┆

┆☁️ — Status: taken

┆☁️ — Partner: Jake Rivers

┆

╰ – – – – – – – 💭

╭ ABOUT ｡

┆

┆🌙 — Height: 5'5"

┆🌙 — Species: varies, typically human or demon or a mix of the two

┆🌙 — Eye color: green

┆🌙 — Hair color: black or dyed purple & pink

┆ – – – – – – – – – – – ⟢

╭ PERSONAL ｡

┆

┆🌙 — Personality: introvert

┆🌙 — Traits: stubborn, timid, distrustful, witty, resourceful

┆🌙 — MBTI: estp

┆

┆🌙 — Neurodivergence: adhd, autism

┆🌙 — Physical disabilities: n/a

┆

╰ – – – – – – – 💭

╭ MISC ｡

┆

┆🌙 — Basically raised by the internet.

┆🌙 — Detective but like in the way the Scooby Doo gang are detectives yknow.

┆🌙 — Embodiment of chaos.

┆

╰ – – – – – – – 💭

╭ FAVES ｡

┆

┆🎧 — Color: purple

┆🎧 — Animal: wolf

┆🎧 — Food: gummy worms

┆🎧 — Music: alternative rock

┆🎧 — Movie: Labyrinth (1985)

┆🎧 — Aesthetic: 80s

┆🎧 — Hobby: investigating

┆

╰ – – – – – – – 💭

╭ SOCIAL ｡

┆

┆📝 — Father: Vitalis Zoticus, Daniel Hayward

┆📝 — Mother: Theia Mortimer

┆📝 — Brother(s): Ketrill Hyde

┆📝 — Sister(s): Lucien Jekyll, Willow Murphy

┆📝 — Grandma(s): n/a

┆📝 — Grandpa(s): does Edward Hyde count

┆📝— Aunt(s): n/a

┆📝— Uncle(s): n/a

┆📝— Other(s): Emory Warwick

┆

╰ – – – – – – – 💭

╭ OTHER ｡

┆

┆✨ — Playlist: Default / Entropy / Nox / Origins

┆

┆✨— Face Claim: n/a

┆✨— Voice Claim: Peko Pekoyama (DR2), Kara Zor El (MaWS), The Collector (TOH) || Basically a kind of gruff, androgynous voice trying to sound mature.

┆

╰ – – – – – – – 💭

[astarab1aze]

Viresca's Family

     Her family has no clear origin, as her grandmother has kept many a secret, often quickly hand-waving any questions about family heritage, tradition, and bloodline with simple, uninteresting, and ultimately unhelpful answers; "I don't remember," or, "I don't know," or "What family?" 

     Her parents were never around long enough for her curiosity to get the better of her, unlike with her grandmother, and the truth was never revealed; Mandragora is her paternal grandmother's maiden name, but her grandfather is an unknown variable of equally unknown lineage. Perhaps she is somehow a distant relative of Enfurious Night himself? Or, perhaps she should be grateful the truth is obscured. About all she's been able to uncover is a faint, broken whisper in her grandmother's sleep, "A lesser man... Snake-charmer... (your) putridity knows no bounds..." 

     Presumably, Grandma hates Grandpa, and he appears to have been a 'snake-charmer'. Perhaps, one day, she'll discover the meaning behind that.

     As an aside, both the Blackwoods and the Mandragoras are made up of idiots of varying degrees. Petty, selfish, pointlessly squabbling, closed-minded, impatient idiots. The few with any hope are of the younger generations, from Veldora to Viresca and every Mandragora in between. The same cannot really be said for the Blackwoods, as Lutesce had perished horribly, taking much familial confidence with her. Both families have been fractured since the deaths of Lutesce and Agrivayne, though there are some who keep working toward restoring their respective families - this ideal has been more or less a staple in the recent three generations. Viresca has also adopted this goal for herself (among some other, expressly naive ones).

Paternal Family

Great-Grandmother, Viscera Lorraine Morgana**  & Great-Grandfather, Morvayne Athur Mandragora (both deceased)

Great-Aunt, Gliona Mandragora & Great-Uncle, Will Wildewood (deceased)

2nd Cousin, Rivyn Wildewood (deceased?)

2nd Cousin, Regulus Wildewood (deceased)

Great-Uncle, Gawain Mandragora 

Great-Uncle, Vrain Mandragora & Aunt, Caoimhe Murphy (divorced)

2nd Cousin, Veldora Murphy 

2nd Cousin, Calliope Boone (married)

Grandmother, Gwyndolin Mandragora & Grandfather, Unknown (divorced)

Aunt, Vanessa Mandragora & Aunt, Ophelia Winterburn (married)

1st Cousin, Victoria Winterburn (adopted)

1st Cousin, Vicente Winterburn (adopted)

1st Cousin, Sinistyria Mandragora

Uncle, Morteatum Mandragora & Aunt, Andromeda Flynn (married)

1st Cousin, Vera Leanashe Mandragora-Flynn

1st Cousin, Valkyrie Mandragora-Flynn

1st Cousin, Valravn Evander Mandragora-Flynn

Father, Agrivayne Mandragora & Mother, Lutesce Blackwood (deceased)

Herself, Viresca Mandragora

**Viscera Morgana, her great-grandmother, is distantly related to Sortia Morgana; An insignificant detail, truly, but something to keep in mind, as this means she's technically, very distantly, both Sortia and Furie's cousin.

     It was once in utter disarray: A family of ‘pruned leaves’ - those of impure familial blood. Many of its members believed strongly in keeping pure bloodlines, but due to extenuating circumstances, were cut off from those of purest pedigree and promptly disgraced. Ultimately, this proved a blessing in disguise, as the larger the family grew, the more… open-minded they became. Viscera Mandragora was the last of the truly ardent status obsessives, where others have come to a less frustratingly fixed disposition. Most who have anything to say about its either don’t care about it, no longer care about it, or have adopted a ‘keep with yours, I’ll keep with mine’ attitude and do not talk about it openly.

     Some members of the family are more or less disowned for one reason or another. In the case of Corvinus, it is entirely because he’s a liar, supposed “relative” of Enfurious, and a criminal of grave degree. Unfortunately, due to certain uncharacteristic discriminatory attitudes, Vanessa was disowned when she married Ophelia Winterburn; Her children, however, are in contact with Valkyrie, Valravn, and Viresca. Gawain is also disowned by the family at large, having been heavily invested in practicing forbidden Necrosis and openly. The overall logic is not evenly applied to all, as Viscera was not disowned and instead… tolerated, until her death, despite the severity of her beliefs. The same can be said for Vera, who is both harsh in her stance on status and a secretive practitioner of forbidden Necrosis herself, much to the dismay of her siblings.

     In a few ways, the Mandragora family is of course related to other well-known and respected or afeared families in ridiculously convoluted, vexing, and strange ways. It’s unclear where the line begins or ends, but there are outliers and secrets that ought to be considered. For example, Corvinus Sanguis, who is so shrouded in mystery and countless lies, there simply can be no way to verify his lineage. It could never be seen as a mark of pride to be related to Enfurious, if the liar is to be believed, as there are too few Mandragoras who espouse his beliefs anymore. Shunned by families and peoples they once belonged, spite is largely the reason - and a pinch of heart.

     As a family, they have worked hard to more or less earn their way back into a respectable light by ‘collecting’ talents over the years. For example, Viscera was a multishifter; Morvayne was a transformative Memoria (multishifting memory-eraser, basically); Gwyndolin, Gliona, Vanessa, Vera, Valkyrie, and Sinistyria were or are multishifters, and a good handful of them were or are talented in the handling of both beasts and alchemy/herbalism (though a couple chose to focus on one over the other). Valravn is purely an herbalist, where Vicente pursued Memorian talents, and Veldora went after alchemical mastery. The list goes on. It should be noted that Agrivayne kept secret his natural ability (without specialization) to speak to most animals, not knowing where it came from, but had gone on to become a multishifter and carer of beasts alongside his wife Lutesce.

     In an effort to emulate the Mandragora family’s talents and fulfill its expectations, Viresca has endeavored to discover, learn, and fine-tune her abilities in herbology, beast care, and become an animagus; This effort will extend to other magical subjects and talents as she moves forward in life. All of this is so that she may become a highly valued sorcier, following in her parents’ footsteps, and put a stop to the cruelty of any poachers she may come across. Additionally, she is unafraid of employing what forbidden magic she knows, not unlike the great-grandmother she was named for…

Maternal Family

Great-Great-Uncle, Apollyon Blackwood (missing / presumed deceased)

Great-Great-Uncle, Nicodemus Vaude Blackwood (deceased) & Unknown Women 

3rd Cousin, Nicholas Vale 

3rd Cousin, Niamh Narroway (deceased)

3rd Cousin, Marina Wycombe

Great-Grandmother, Lamia Sylvia Blackwood & Great-Grandfather, Thaumas Blackwood (deceased)

Great-Aunt, Lydia Wright & Great-Uncle, Percy Wright (married)

2nd Cousin, Magnus Wright

2nd Cousin, Letty Wright

Grandmother, Lacuna Grace Blackwood & Grandfather, Virgil Blackwood

Aunt, Lyssa Bernice Blackwood

Aunt, Lorraine Patrice Wheating & Uncle, Harold Wheating

1st Cousin, Jareth Wheating

1st Cousin, Jeannie Wheating

Uncle, Lynceus Blackwood & Aunt, Bella Fleur-Blackwood

1st Cousin, Blake Blackwood

1st Cousin, Lisette Blackwood

1st Cousin, Eleanora Fleur-Blackwood

Mother, Lutesce Mandragora & Father, Agrivayne Mandragora (deceased)

Herself, Viresca Mandragora

     The Blackwood family is a ‘pruned branch’ and thusly distant branch of the Night family that was cut away hundreds upon hundreds of years ago and is so far removed from them that they are considered their own house, and all records proving such relations are either lost or destroyed. Similarly to the Mandragoras, they feel nothing but disdain for their ‘parent’ families, and such bitterness ultimately led to the family no longer believing they were ever related at all. Unfortunately for them, the Night Family motto more or less transcended status, and so many members of the Blackwood family retained the same beliefs regarding purity, wealth, and nobility. Such views have lasted over the centuries, with only too few adopting an accepting and open-minded viewpoint (ex. These views are so ingrained, Lyssa and Lynceus disavowed and disowned Lutesce over it, who was herself unconcerned with status and even advocated for nightfolk and human integration).  

Family Friends

Finley & Anora McCarthy

Daughter, Revina Lutesce McCarthy (4)

Son, Oliver Lucan McCarthy (infant)

Markus Campbell

Mary Heartwell (deceased)

Rita Pellinore & Ewan Kay

Daughter, Bedivera Kay

Paternal Grandfather, Corvinus Drakon Sempra Sanguis 

*A carefully kept secret; He’s basically some bastard from some bastard Night family branch with a minor, bastard claim.

     Vile, foul, rotten-tongued, scheming, no good, very fucking bad sorcerer of tenuous (or potentially non-existent) relations to Enfurious Night himself. Not much is known about him, aside from the tales of his devilish, sinister lies; He was shouted down as a charlatan, a 'man who cried wolf', as no noble sorcerer worth his salt would claim Night blood unless it could be verified; Since much of the Night family tree has been lost to time, except certain branches, it cannot be verified, and, thus...he was proclaimed a charlatan and a scoundrel. On top of this, he dabbled in poaching, intent upon finding, trapping, and bleeding a number of mythical beasts for the life-extending and empowering effects of their combined bloods - he sought immortality and ultimate power. His obsession with this cause led him to abandon his budding family, and when news spread of his ultimate capture by sorciers, he was condemned for: Slaughtering scores of haint dogs, crocodingos, a unicorn, and a dragon, poaching, cruelty to animals, illegal use of magic, use of illegal magic, 7 counts of murder, graverobbing, exposing himself and magic to humans, grave desecration, hate crimes against humans, and plenty more. He remains imprisoned at the Triangulary, and will remain there until his death.

     His parents' names are unknown, but he has a sister named Sinisteria Merrow Sanguis. She, unfortunately, perished before graduating from one of the British schools due to suspicious but otherwise natural causes. It should be noted that Corvinus was really quite handsome, and it’s possible Corvinus isn’t his true name.

     Gwyndolin would call him the 'bastard child of a bastard family whose purity has been tarnished', a snake in the grass, deadbeat scoundrel, 'filth', 'a man who, if even a moment's worth of attention is spent on, breeds only hatred and depravity', disgusting, and so on. Grandmother Gwyndolin was not a fan. She feels that even talking about him is enough to 'make her mouth taste like festering rot and vinegar', hence why she adamantly refuses to, family heritage be damned. He is not worth claiming relations to, Enfurious is not worth claiming relations to - all those blood zealots are fools with their 'heads buried in their arse-holes'.

[wherevenusholdssomeofficespace]

Part 5

The Murphy family of Milo Murphy's law is in my opinion the least developed of the main families, due to the shows focus on school shenanigans and a time traveler subplot, not helped by it’s relatively short run time (H&G is already at 23 to MML 40)  But the Murphy family, tied together with the hereditary Murphy's Law is an extremely important element of the show. How the family bonds because of it and how even those who don't suffer from it make allowances in their life for those who do.

Milo values his father's advice immensely (as a fellow sufferer of EHML). Sara, while often a bit paranoid, and sometimes plans events around avoiding her father and brother, loves them dearly and makes sure to include them in things important to her. Brigette is shown to enjoy extreme sports and change, but still finds her husband and son exhausting at times.

While most of the extended Murphy family only features in the Christmas special. Beyond Milo's parents, sister and dog, he also has grandparents, an aunt, uncle, cousin and ancestors. These characters are all delightfully charming in their own right. His grandparents are constantly talking over each other so they are incomprehensible unless you're focusing on one, his aunt and uncle are somehow more positive than Milo, and his cousin is in denial about the whole thing. Sheriff Murphy’s attitude. Each member of the Murphy family showcases a different way of approaching the Law. Grandma Murphy is a bit of a badass, presumably necessary when raising two sons with Murphy’s Law. Martin became a safety inspector and chooses to be a bit more cautious, using his condition to his advantage all while managing it to the best of his ability so it causes less damage otherwise. Joey chooses to frame everything going wrong in the most positive way possible, as it can’t be things going wrong if you refuse to acknowledge the events as negative. Meanwhile Nate ignores it and tries to live his life out as best as he can without acknowledging that the things going wrong actually aren’t more than normal troubles and therefore easily manageable. Grandpa depends on family traditions and taking pride in Murphy’s Law to give it meaning, to make him feel empowered in living with it.

There's also a cousin Reggie who Milo mentions once as having painted the Mona Lisa that's hanging in the Louvre, but he's unseen and probably on his mom's side. (The Louvre is in France and there is kind of an implication of French heritage on one of his grandmother’s sides, so he could have family in France. It could easily be Grandma Murphy, which would be funny if she, a Danger married a Murphy. But there really isn’t enough information to make any assumptions and it’s probably more coincidence than anything).

Many of the episodes are about the family. For instance, there’s the family vacation episode, the roller disco derby episode and the episode where Sara and Milo go after shirts they believe to be important to their mom. And even in episodes not just about the Murphy family they still often make appearances, such as in Picture Day, Goulash, or Love Toboggan where the Murphy family may set the scene, providing motivation or the goal.

There’s something to be said about how despite the Murphy family being inherently unusual, and carrying that label with pride, how normal they really are. Brigette is shown to want normal mom things, like half-decent pictures of her son, or beating other mom’s at Goulash competitions, while knowing full well what she was getting into when she married her husband (and even otherwise may even like the excitement Murphy’s law may provide). Sara just wants teenage girl things like her date not going totally wrong, or getting to enjoy a movie premier. Even Milo and Martin are shown to be rather normal and annoyed by their condition at times. Martin likes lattes, and gets worried about their insurance premiums. Milo worries about his future and getting held back in school, gets excited when meeting celebrities or about learning. And of course Diogee may be the best dog in the world, but other than his penchant for getting himself anywhere in the world when Milo needs him, is an extremely ordinary dog. And both Milo and Martin at least are shown to enjoy skiing and really the whole family seems to enjoy just getting out and doing things. So much of Milo Murphy's Law is the Murphy family doing ordinary things just with Murphy's law throwing some curveballs in. The Murphy family is at their core, a normal family.

Even when Milo isn’t spending time with his family, he carries his family in a lot of what he does. Milo constantly brings up his fathers extremely specific sayings, and constantly making references to the wild stories his family has lived through. Milo goes out of his way to invite the Murphy’s to Christmas, he brings up his family as the thing he loves most immediately when asked. Sara carries her family in her love of Dr. Zone, a fan because of her father, and making space in her fandom for her brother and his condition.

The Murphy family is more defined by blood than the families in Phineas and Ferb due to the fact Murphy’s Law is a hereditary condition, and thus the blood relations is something that brings them together rather than relationships forged in absence of it. In Phineas and Ferb family is the similarities despite surface differences, and love despite relationship tensions. In Milo Murphy’s Law it’s the differences despite surface similarities, and love despite external problems. But that doesn’t mean that blood is the end all be all in Milo either. Far from it.

[not-that-dillinger]

The Dillingers

Got curious and looked up the surname Dillinger. So... have some thoughts on Ed and his family (NOTE: these apply specifically to my muse as I write him. Maybe they work for Canon!Ed, maybe they don't).

So: Some facts that tie into the edcanons:

David Warner, the actor that plays Edward Dillinger Sr. (Ed's father), was British.

Cilian Murphy, the actor that plays Edward Dillinger Jr., is Irish.

3. According to Wikipedia, the surname Dillinger is Germanic in origin.

John Dillinger was a real crime boss in Chicago during the Great Depression (this ties in... somehow...).

Points one and three imply some sort of immigration trail. The Dillingers were originally German, but by Edward Sr.'s time, they were British. Dillinger Sr. is never given an age, either in the movies or the novelization, but he's older than Alan and Flynn, and David Warner was born in 1941, so we'll assume Dillinger Sr. was born somewhere around that time.

...Guess what major historical event happened around that time that had families fleeing Germany? (This is rhetorical... mostly. I'd be surprised if someone doesn't know what I'm referring to.) That's right folks, the second world war had just ended. The Dillingers could, theoretically, have immigrated from Germany to England at any point, but Mun has a soft spot for immigrants, and thinks this makes for a more interesting story. So. Grandma and Grandpa Dillinger flee Germany during WWII, Perhaps its because of ideological differences with the current regime, perhaps it is because of their religious beliefs, (upon further research, David Warner's father was Russian-Jewish.... While I think it would be interesting for the Dillingers to be Jewish, I am cautious about writing them that was, especially because the type of villain that Dillinger Sr. plays could very quickly slide into anti-Semitic territory if I'm not careful, and I'm not sure I have the background knowledge to write it) there were quite a few reasons to flee Germany in the 1930's. Grandma and Grandpa Dillinger settle in England, where Edward Dillinger Sr. is born. They assimilated into British society, and Edward Sr. grows up in Britain. He gets a degree in computer science and another in business, and eventually gets hired to work for Encom, probably around 1975-7.

Some time after he's emigrated to America, Dillinger Sr. met Shannon McLaughlin, the daughter of two Irish immigrants (headcanon for Ed's mother, inspired from point 2... though considering the history between the Irish and the British... I wonder if this should be revised?). They married and had a son in 1978, Edward Dillinger Jr. Unfortunately things didn't work out (understatement of the the year), and Ed Sr. and Shannon divorced in 1989, and Dillinger Sr. raised Ed by himself.

Mun currently doesn't have anything set in stone story-wise for Ed's mother, but likes to think that she eventually remarried. Perhaps Ed has a younger sibling or two that he never learned about since his father did not allow him to see his mother.

So... How does John Herbert Dillinger come into this? Mun isn't entirely sure, but is hoping that maybe by writing this, they might figure it out. They think it'd be cool if Ed was related by some not-so-distant ancestor.

Doing some brief research, John H. Dillinger is the son of John W. Dillinger, who was a first generation American. His father (John H's grandfather) was born in Germany in 1831, and at some point moved to Indiana. If the fictional Dillingers were in some way related to the real Dillingers, it would have to be through John H's great-grandfather, who was born in 1785.

IDK where I'm going with this, but I think it would be funny if Ed ever ran into the descendants of John H. Dillinger, discover that common ancestor, and bond over criminal family members giving them a bad rap.

[ulkaralakbarova]

When Manny Singer’s wife dies, his young daughter Molly becomes mute and withdrawn. To help cope with looking after Molly, he hires sassy housekeeper Corrina Washington, who coaxes Molly out of her shell and shows father and daughter a whole new way of life. Manny and Corrina’s friendship delights Molly and enrages the other townspeople. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Corrina Washington: Whoopi Goldberg Manny Singer: Ray Liotta Molly Singer: Tina Majorino Jonesy: Joan Cusack Sid: Larry Miller Jevina: Jenifer Lewis Jenny Davis: Wendy Crewson Grandma Eva: Erica Yohn Grandpa Harry: Don Ameche Brent Witherspoon: Brent Spiner Bratty Boy: Tommy Bertelsen Repeat Nanny: Lin Shaye High Heels: Noreen Hennessey Shirl: Lucy Webb Miss O’Herlihy: Juney Ellis Rita Lang: Mimi Lieber Liala Sheffield: Karen Leigh Hopkins Mrs. Wang: Pearl Huang Tommy: Marcus Toji Joe Allechinetti: Louis Mustillo Wilma: Patrika Darbo Delivery Man 1: Don Pugsley Annie: Lynette Walden Business Associate: Bryan Gordon Club Singer: Jevetta Steele Woman in Audience: Yonda Davis Percy: Curtis Williams Lizzie: Briahnna Odom Mavis: Ashley Taylor Walls Frank: Harold Sylvester Anthony T. Williams: Steven Williams Lewis: Asher Metchik Howard: Courtland Mead Mrs. Werner: Sue Carlton Gregory: Kyle Orsi Mrs. Rodgers: Maud Winchester Mrs. Morgan: K.T. Stevens John Brennan: Christopher Chisholm Chubby Boy: Bryan A. Robinson Mrs. Murphy: Roz Witt 2nd Delivery Man: Sean Moran Film Crew: Screenplay: Jessie Nelson Editor: Lee Percy Producer: Steve Tisch Executive Producer: Ruth Vitale Original Music Composer: Rick Cox Producer: Paula Mazur Executive Producer: Bernie Goldmann Director of Photography: Bruce Surtees Music: Thomas Newman Stunts: Ben Scott Stunts: Kym Washington Longino Associate Producer: Joe Fineman Line Producer: Eric McLeod Casting: Mary Gail Artz Casting: Barbara Cohen Music Supervisor: Bonnie Greenberg Costume Design: Francine Jamison-Tanchuck Production Design: Jeannine Oppewall First Assistant Director: Phillip Christon Second Assistant Director: David Minkowski Second Second Assistant Director: Peggy Hughes Production Accountant: Gwen Everman Script Supervisor: Benita Brazier Camera Operator: Geary McLeod First Assistant Camera: Heather Page Steadicam Operator: Kirk R. Gardner Still Photographer: Suzanne Hanover Gaffer: Alan Brownstein Best Boy Electric: Steve Reinhardt Key Grip: Charles Saldaña Production Sound Mixer: David Kelson Boom Operator: Randall L. Johnson Key Makeup Artist: Michael Germain Makeup Artist: Deborah La Mia Denaver Key Hair Stylist: Candy L. Walken Hairstylist: Julia L. Walker Hairstylist: Michael Pachal Property Master: Barbara Benz Assistant Property Master: Michael D’Imperio Art Direction: Dina Lipton Set Designer: Louisa Bonnie Set Decoration: Lauren Gabor Leadman: John Maskovich Construction Coordinator: Lars Petersen Construction Foreman: Steven C. Voll Transportation Coordinator: Billy G. Arter Additional Editor: Lynzee Klingman Supervising Sound Editor: Steve Richardson ADR Voice Casting: Barbara Harris Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Matthew Iadarola Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Gary Gegan Color Timer: Mato Dialogue Editor: Lewis Goldstein Dialogue Editor: James Matheny Dialogue Editor: Kimberly Lambert Dialogue Editor: Jim Brookshire Dialogue Editor: Alison Fisher Supervising Sound Effects Editor: Joel Valentine ADR Editor: Darrell Hanzalik ADR Editor: Mary Ruth Smith ADR Editor: Jeff Watts Assistant Sound Editor: Paul Silver Assistant Sound Editor: Catherine Calleson Assistant Sound Editor: Tony Cappelli Foley Artist: Alicia Stevenson Foley Artist: Zane D. Bruce Foley Mixer: David Jobe Foley Recordist: Don Givens ADR Mixer: Charleen Richards-Steeves ADR Recordist: Greg Steele Music Editor: Will Kaplan Set Dresser: Mike Malone Movie Reviews:

[jazzymarie1006]

I remember awhile back that I made a theory/Headcanon about Susan Murphy from Monsters vs Aliens being a part of Milo Murphy's family... so I decided to make an AU about it.

MvA/MML Murphy family AU (with headcanons).

Roller skating

Susan learned to roller skate from Martain and Brigette back when they dated .

Susan is Martin's cousin; her grandmother (who lives in Florida) is Grandpa Murphy's sister.

Susan was there when Martain taught Milo how to roller skate (the roller rink was destroyed later that day.)

Being super fans!

Susan's book series is to her what Dr Zone is to Sara.

When Susan visits, she would hang out with Sara and talk about their interests and friends.

Susan often tells Sara she's lucky to have someone like Neal and not like Derek.

Ray guns and alot of skill

Before moving to Modesto, California with her parents (they lived closer to Grandpa and Grandma Murphy), Susan would visit the Arcade Grandma used work at and would play some of the shooting games.

Susan could never beat Grandma's high score.

More of the MML/MvA family AU.

Susan is in her 30s as of now (2009-2019). Her brunette hair had started to show with her platinum white hair.

During Susan's wedding, Sara and Milo had to stay at home with Veronica (they were 7 and 3 years old; no kids at the wedding).

Susan visits the other Murphys as much as possible.

Susan tells Milo about her adventures and missions (which is how Milo knew there were good aliens out there).

Susan and Sara complaining about Drs D and C's crazy inventions.

Susan making sure not to use her powers in the house (they all love her powers).

B.O.B constantly trying to hug Diogee.

Link trying (and failing) to play sports with Zack.

Melissa and Sqweep sharing lots of knowledge.

The Murphys loving the members of Team MvA.

@olgamasoni @yara-chan-the-autistic-artist @the-mml-and-svtfoe-fangirl

[dwampyversegifs]

[monotear]

bon voyage season 3 had the worst timing ever

[milomurphysblawg]

Daily Doodle! 1/27/18

From yesterday’s stream, Here’s Nate! with his original hair color. as well as outfit colors. From this picture here.

[samshogwarts]

Hphm OC Profil Samantha O'Connell

Name: Samantha O'Connell

Date of Birth: 16. July 1973

Nationality: Irish

Blood Status: Half blood / Half vampire

Dominate Side: Human Side

Size: 1,67m or 5"5

Languages: Irish gaelic, english

Chaotic good

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Family:

Father: Matthew O'Connell

Mother: Claire O'Connell

Uncle: Andrew O'Connell

Aunt: Hel O'Connell

Grandpa: Loken O'Connell

Grandma: Frey O'Connell

Adopted Mother: Angela Roberts

Adopted Brother: Jack Roberts

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Friends:

Close NPC friends:

Bill Weasley

Rowan Khanna

Nymphadora Tonks

Tulip Karasu

Barnaby Lee

Murphy McNully

Talbott Winger

Close MC Friends:

Elaiza Schuyler @annabelle-tanaka-official

Irvin White @annabelle-tanaka-official

Carewyn Cromwell @carewyncromwell

Luna Silver @lunasilvermorny

Night Rhea @night-rhea

Angelo @angellazull

Cato Reese @catohphm

(Open for more friendships)

Best friend: Charlie Weasley

Love Interest: Charlie Weasley

Charlie and Samantha become a couple in the 4th Year at Hogwarts. They kept their relationship a secret, but Charlie released it at the first Qudditch Match in year 7. But in the end of the year, they broke up because of a missunderstanding. Both met at Bill and Fleurs Wedding again and become a couple again. While the battle of Hogwarts Charlie asked Samantha to marry him, when both will survie this. They did, and so both married a year later.

But since Samantha cannot give birth to children, they don't have Kids. But both like to be the cool aunt and uncle or to babysit their friends children.

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Like and hates

Favorite Food: Candies and sweets, Pancakes

Hated Food: peas and spicy food

Favorite Season: Summer

Hated Season: Spring (she don't hate it, but it's her less favorite season)

Favorite color: Green

Favorite animal: Dragons (Welsh green)

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Hobbies:

Music: Vocal, Violin, Guitar, Piano

Gerne: Irish, Rock, Pop, Classic

Reading: all kind of books, but especially muggle fairy tales

Quidditch: She loves flying

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School life

School: Hogwarts

House: Ravenclaw

Rang: Prefect since year 4

Qudditch: year 2-3 chaser / 3-7 seeker

Favorite Class: Arithmetic, Runes, Care of magical creatures

Hate Class: Posion

Favorite Teacher: Professor Flitwick

Hate Teacher: Professor Snape

Fun Fact: She was a hat clapper between Ravencalw and Gryffindor. But she is a very proud Ravenclaw.

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Wizarding World Infos:

Wand: 12 ½", Pine wood, phoenix feather, quite bendy

Animagus: Crow

Patronus: A Dragon

Boggart: her dying mother

Ridiculous: none

Special ability

Half Vampire: Since she is a half Vampire her sense are better than normal humans. Her best sense are her ears. When she use her Vampire side, she lose fast controll over it. Just later, as a adult, she is able to use that side on her own will. Her eyes turn red and then she is not able to use her wand.

Material Arts: Her Aunt abd Uncle teached her to fight with her fists, which she first don't really like, but later she even prefer this over her wand. She say normal Wizards expect you to attack with a wand, but not with your fist.

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Life before Hogwarts:

Before School, Samantha lived with her Parents in Ireland, till obe day death eaters break into their house and killed Samantha mother claire. Both woman were alone at home and Samantha was forced to see her mother dying. When her family arrived, Matthew totally snaped and killed almost every Death eater. Her Aunt Hel and Uncle Andrew got badly injured, but both took the blame for Matthews acting so he has not go to Askaban.

A school friend of Claire, Angela Roberts took her chance and offer her help to tale care of Samantha for a few days. Only with the plan to get custody of her and turn Samantha into a Clairw 2.0 (how Angela saw Claire). In this time Angelas real son, Jack, becomes Samantha brother. Angelo told the court how dangerous Matthew was and so she finally got custody.

Because of this time, Samantha has some issues, poor self-esteem and self-doubts. Angela told Samantha her fatjer don't want to see her. But the truth came out in Samanthas 3rd year in Hogwarts, after she lost control iver her vampire side the first time.

After that she turned back to her father and never spoje with Angela again. But she still see Jack as her brother.

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Life as adult:

After school, Samantha distance herself from almost all her friends because of her break up with Charlie. She start her training with Tonks and Talbott as Auror after School. But since she is a half Vampire, she got an job offer which she cannot say no. The ministry forced her to work as a ghost agent, but she had to keep her identity a secret like her colleagues from this Departement. She wear a Dragon mask. Officially, she worked in the magical law enforcement department till the Death Eaters took over the ministry. She and the other half-beings had to go into hiding, that's why Samantha stayed most of the time with Charlie in Romania after they become a couple again. At the battle of Hogwarts she fights against the death eaters and saw how Harry Potter defeated Lord Voldemort. After that she help to rebuild the school. Meanwhile, the Minister of Magic found out about the Ghost Agence and put it to an end. So her friends discovered Samantha was a Ghost Agent as well.

The new Headmaster of Hogwarts, McGonagall offered her a job as DADA teacher, which Samantha except. Since that day she is teacher at Hogwarts and known for her unsual way of teaching. She is a Fan of practise lesson and so the students have at least one das per Week, where they have more a Sport lesson than normal school.

Samantha abd Charlie get married and own a house in Ireland and Romania.

[increasinglygeeky]

MY HOLLYWOOD LIVE ACTION ATTACK ON TITAN FANCAST

Alex Storm as Eren Yeager

Jeffrey Dean Morgan as Grisha Yeager

Holly Marie Combs as Carla Yeager

Kitty Chicha Amatayakul as Mikasa Ackerman

Sonoya Mizuno as Mikasa’s Mother

Tom Felton as Mikasa’s Father

Otto Farrant as Armin Arlert

Robert Englund as Armin’s Grandfather

Archie Renaux as Connie Springer

Cierra Ramirez as Sasha Braus

Julian Haig as Jean Kirshstein

Dane DeHaan as Levi Ackerman

Lizzy Caplan as Hange Zoe

Chris Evans as Erwin Smith

Shane Harper as Marco Bodt

Alexander Ludwig as Reiner Braun

Gus Birney as Annie Leonhart

Kathryn Newton as Historia “Christa Lenz” Reiss

Kawani Prenter as Ymir

Théodore Pellerin as Bertolt Hoover

Matthias Schoenarts as Erwin’s Father

Patrick Stewart as Commander Dot Pyxis

Elizabeth Debicki as Rico Brzenska

Emily Browning as Petra Raal

Misha Collins as Eld Guinn

Timothy Odmundson as Oluo Bozado

Ian Bohen as Gunther Schultz

Virginia Gardner as Isabel Magnolia

Leo Howard as Furlan Church

Johnny Depp as Kenny Ackerman

Rose McGowan as Kuchel Ackerman

William Zabka as Hannes

Jk Simmons as Keith Shadis

Joel Kinnaman as Mike Zacharias

Kristen Stewart as Nanaba

Camren Bicondova as Hitch Dreyse

Jason Mantzoukas as Gelgar

Peter Scanavino as Henning

Nathalie Emmanuel as Lynne

Andrew Garfield as Moblit Berner

John Boyega as Onyankopon

Mackenzie Davis as Yelena

Charlie Hunnam as Zeke Yeager

Harriet Cains as Pieck Finger

Tamlyn Tomita as Kiyomi Azumabito

Lou Wegner as Colt Grice

Flynn Curry as Falco Grice

Douglas Booth as Porco Galliard

Louis Partridge as Marcel Galliard

Peyton Elizabeth Lee as Gabi Braun

Hudson Yang as Udo

Miya Cech as Zofia

Matthew Gray Gubler as Uri Reiss

John Goodman as Rod Reiss

Alexxis Lemire as Frieda Reiss

Iain Armitage as Dirk Reiss

Zackary Arthur as Urklyn Reiss

Reagan Revord as Florian Reiss

Kitty Peterkin as Abel Reiss

Michelle Pfeiffer as Rod’s Wife

Will Poulter as Floch Forster

Isabella Gomez as Kaya

Skeet Ulrich as Eren Kruger

BD Wong as Tom Ksaver

Elizabeth Moss as Dina Fritz

Jeff Bridges as The Fake King Fritz

Brad Pitt as Willy Tybur

Helena Bonham Carter as Lara Tybur

Jason Beghe as Kitz Woermann

Jashaun St. John as Mina Carolina

Chuku Modu as Milieus Zeremski

Diego Tinoco as Nack Tierce

Ted Levine as Darius Zackly

Grant Show as Pastor Nick

Rudy Pankow as Thomas Wagner

Jacob Anderson as Marlowe Freudenberg

William Moseley as Daz

Kit Young as Samuel

Melissa Fumero as Nifa

Ramy Youssef as Rashad

Alia Shawkat as Lauda

Tony Thornburg as Keiji

Nico Mirallegro as Abel

Liza Soberano as Black-Haired Soldier

Brandon Flynn as Lima

Cillian Murphy as Dirk

Fo Porter as Marlene

Alan Ritchson as Klaus

Manish Dayal as Darius Baer-Varbrun

Neels Visser as Dita Ness

Barry Sloane as 11th Commander

Austin Bitikofer as Claude Duvalier

Jodie Comer as Traute Caven

Charlie Cox as Duran

Devon Sawa as Nile Dok

Drew Tanner as Franz Kafka

Abigail Cowen as Hannah Diamant

Till Lindemann ad Djel Sannes

Tim Curry as Wald

Veronica Ngo as Ilse Langnar

Kathy Bates as Jean’s Mother

Rob Raco as Flagon

Madelyn Cline as Carly Stratmann

Harish Patel as Annie’s Adopted Father

Dedee Pfeiffer as Karina Braun

Hector Elizondo as Reiner’s Father

Jessica Rothe as Louise

Oliver Platt as Reeves

Jason Genao as Lou

Javier Bardem as Magath

Lucas Till as Niccolo

Brad William Henke as Lobov

David Cross as Griez

Aryan Simhadri as Ramzi

Ritvik Sahore as Halil

Martin Sensmeier as Sumra

Alfred Molina as Koslow

Sonam Kapoor as Connie’s Mother

Nasser Hussain as Connie’s Father

Namit Shah as Martin Springer

Swayam Bhatia as Sunny Springer

Robert Patrick as Elliot Gurnberg Stratmann

Mia Talerico as Maria Fritz

Jophielle Love as Sina Fritz

Alyvia Alyn Lind as Rose Fritz

Jorge Enrique Abello as Artur Braus

Angie Cepeda as Lisa Braus

Lilian Bowden as Gabi’s Mother

Trent Garrett as Gabi’s Father

Sharon Stone as Grice Mother

Craig Fairbass as Muller

Lily Tomlin as Zeke's Grandma

Kevin Kline as Zeke's Grandpa

Ian Mckellen as 145th King Karl Fritz

Michael Fassbender as Karl Fritz

Amanda Seyfried as Adult Ymir Fritz

Brec Bassinger as Ymir Fritz